Faroth
The gunship burned across the air in a flaming inferno. As gunfire shot across the battlefield, the New Republic clone troopers' numbers were slowly thinning. Now, on the ravaged world of Naboo, the New Republic had lost hope in fighting these Imperial Remnant droids. The army consisted of assassin droids, battle droids, super battle droids, droidekas, and even some magnaguards here and there. The gallant leader of this army of clones, Commander Krosse, was now on his most persistent state. No matter what the obstacle, Krosse would do anything for the New Republic. Even sacrifice himself just to destroy an Imperial ship.
As he walked toward a droid, he blasted his head off, but was soon after jumped by a vicious Rill. After snapping its neck, Krosse struggled up and was shop in the wrist by a super battle droid. Turning around, he shot a single shot into its weak spot, ultimately destroying it. He looked over at the battlefield. They had lost. There was nothing he could do to win this battle, but his enduring attitude would not let it happen; he would do anything that would help. He limped into a huge ship carrying hundreds, maybe thousands of various, but dangerous droids. Krosse pulled out a detonator, and went into the generator and engine room. He planted the explosive on the ship's core engine, and quickly got out. Getting as far away as possible, he ordered all clones to disperse from around the ship. In a sweeping vortex of pyro, the ship was annihilated, along with the droids within.
The soldiers started to rejoice in victory, and Commander Krosse was now relieved that he had did everything he could do, and it was still enough. He noticed a New Republic scout looking at some sort of map or datapad, and speaking into a comlink at the same time. Krosse approached him, and got his attention.
"Is there something wrong? We've won the battle, haven't we?"
"Erm, now quite sir. According to this datapad, the Imperial Remnant is sending over several more ships, with more powerful droids than the first one!"
Krosse sighed, and put back on his helmet.
"How many ships?"
"About five, sir."
"Well, we're going to have to face it if we want to destroy the last of those Imperial scum. Any reinforcements?"
"Yes, but it won't be much help."
"Reinforcements are reinforcements. We can use all the help we can get. How many exactly are there?"
"Two sir."
"Two? Hmm.... Alright, this might work. Can you put me on line with the New Republic? These two people might be a big help, if they're who I think they are."
"Of course, sir."
The New Republic scout handed Commander Krosse his comlink that was on line with the New Republic forces dispatcher. He spoke for a while, and a smile grew on the commander's face. He turned off the comlink, and said to the scout "Yeah, they'll be enough. Thank you."
Up above Naboo, two Jedi starfighters sped down towards the battlefield.
As he walked toward a droid, he blasted his head off, but was soon after jumped by a vicious Rill. After snapping its neck, Krosse struggled up and was shop in the wrist by a super battle droid. Turning around, he shot a single shot into its weak spot, ultimately destroying it. He looked over at the battlefield. They had lost. There was nothing he could do to win this battle, but his enduring attitude would not let it happen; he would do anything that would help. He limped into a huge ship carrying hundreds, maybe thousands of various, but dangerous droids. Krosse pulled out a detonator, and went into the generator and engine room. He planted the explosive on the ship's core engine, and quickly got out. Getting as far away as possible, he ordered all clones to disperse from around the ship. In a sweeping vortex of pyro, the ship was annihilated, along with the droids within.
The soldiers started to rejoice in victory, and Commander Krosse was now relieved that he had did everything he could do, and it was still enough. He noticed a New Republic scout looking at some sort of map or datapad, and speaking into a comlink at the same time. Krosse approached him, and got his attention.
"Is there something wrong? We've won the battle, haven't we?"
"Erm, now quite sir. According to this datapad, the Imperial Remnant is sending over several more ships, with more powerful droids than the first one!"
Krosse sighed, and put back on his helmet.
"How many ships?"
"About five, sir."
"Well, we're going to have to face it if we want to destroy the last of those Imperial scum. Any reinforcements?"
"Yes, but it won't be much help."
"Reinforcements are reinforcements. We can use all the help we can get. How many exactly are there?"
"Two sir."
"Two? Hmm.... Alright, this might work. Can you put me on line with the New Republic? These two people might be a big help, if they're who I think they are."
"Of course, sir."
The New Republic scout handed Commander Krosse his comlink that was on line with the New Republic forces dispatcher. He spoke for a while, and a smile grew on the commander's face. He turned off the comlink, and said to the scout "Yeah, they'll be enough. Thank you."
Up above Naboo, two Jedi starfighters sped down towards the battlefield.